Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness? It was gone Quite under ground; as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown ; Where they together, All the hard weather, REST. WHEN God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, "Let us," said he, "pour on him all we can: Let the world's riches, which disperséd lie, Contract into a span." So strength first made a way; Dead to the world, keep house un- Then beauty flowed; then wisdom, honor, known. pleasure: Perceiving that alone, of all his treasure, When almost all was out, God made a stay, Rest in the bottom lay. Thy little heart in early hymns doth sing Unto that Providence whose unseen arm Curbed them, and clothed thee well and warm. All things that be praise Him; and had Their lesson taught them when first made. So hills and valleys into singing break; And though poor stones have neither speech nor tongue, While active winds and streams both run | These are your walks, and you have and speak, Yet stones are deep in admiration. showed them me To kindle my cold love. Dear, beauteous death, - the jewel of the just, Shining nowhere but in the dark! What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark! He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know, At first sight, if the bird be flown; But what fair dell or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep. If a star were confined into a tomb, Her captive flames must needs burn there; But when the hand that lockt her up gives room, She'll shine through all the sphere. O Father of eternal life, and all Into true liberty! Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill My perspective still as they pass; Or else remove me hence unto that hill Where I shall need no glass. GEORGE WITHER. [1588-1667.] FOR ONE THAT HEARS HIMSELF MUCH PRAISED. My sins and follies, Lord! by thee For sure if others knew me such, I should have been dispraised as much The praise, therefore, which I have heard, So I were blameless made, Though slanders to an innocent And when a virtuous man hath erred, It makes him grieve, and more afeard, Than if he slandered were. Lord! therefore make my heart upright, Let thankfulness be found in me, By her help I also now Make this churlish place allow ness, In the very gall of sadness. The dull loneness, the black shade, She hath taught me by her might Though thou be to them a scorn, Than I am in love with thee! COMPANIONSHIP OF THE MUSE. SHE doth tell me where to borrow Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. JOHN MILTON. No white nor red was ever seen What wondrous life is this I lead! The mind, that ocean where each kind Such was the happy garden state, mate: After a place so pure and sweet, THE BERMUDAS. 35 WHERE the remote Bermudas ride a Thus sang they in the English boat How well the skilful gardener drew Be reckoned, but with herbs and flow- A holy and a cheerful note; And all the way, to guide their chime, JOHN MILTON. [1608-1674.] HYMN ON THE NATIVITY. IT was the winter wild, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize: It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty para mour. Only with speeches fair She wooes the gentle air, For all the morning light, Or Lucifer had often warned them thence; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go. And, though the shady gloom To hide her guilty front with innocent Had given day her room, snow; And on her naked shame, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, The saintly veil of maiden-white to As his inferior flame throw ; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes ities. But he, her fears to cease, Down through the turning sphere, With turtle wing the amorous clouds And, waving wide her myrtle wand, and land. No war or battle's sound Was heard the world around: The new-enlightened world no more He saw a greater sun appear The shepherds on the lawn, Sat simply chatting in a rustic row; Was kindly come to live with them be- Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep. When such music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet, The idle spear and shield were high up- Divinely warbled voice As never was by mortal fingers strook, hung; The hookéd chariot stood The trumpet spake not to the arméd And kings sat still with awful eye, But peaceful was the night, Answering the stringéd noise, As all their souls in blissful rapture took : The air, such pleasure loath to lose, Nature, that heard such sound, Of Cynthia's seat, the airy region His reign of peace upon the earth began: Now was almost won, Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, The stars, with deep amaze, To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last She knew such harmony alone At last surrounds their sight That with long beams the shame-faced |